What’s Your Best Flyby Story?

I was at the start of the Montreal Grand Prix, and the cars began to rev on the grid. Massive noise, bleeding ears, huge grin. Then we got buzzed.

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I don't know what the planes were, but even a field of F1 cars couldn't compare to the sonic overload of a couple jets blearing overhead.

While we were watching some Danes in F-16s cruise by a big bridge today, some of us started sharing our own stories of flybys. Here are a few of our favorites.

Jaynen

When I was in third grade we lived in Cottage Grove Oregon. Turns out that near the reservoir was a flight path for practicing terrain following maneuvers. We were on the lake when two f4 phantoms came over the mountain on one side of the lake in formation inverted, flipped down right over the water maybe 50-100ft off of it and blasted out across the water. It was amazing

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johnnyma451

That reminds me of the summer me and a buddy spent in high school at his dad's house on Lake St. Clair. We're there digging a hole in the backyard to put a swimming pool in, when we hear a fast and gradual whine. Seconds later, we're on the ground screaming and covering our ears as a C-130 flew by at about 100 ft above us, landing at nearby Selfridge ANG base. I imagine that that jet engine noise is what God sounds like.

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l3bowsk1

A few years ago, we went to Costco - this happened to be during the Oregon International Airshow, and the Costco in Hillsboro, OR is right next to the airport. We got the family out of our car, and heard a low rumbling, so we figured we'd see a transport or maybe a single jet take off. A few seconds later, we're all deeaf, and watching the Blue Freakin' Angels fly overhead and break formation, blowing smoke and doing all kind of crazy shite. We stood in the parking lot for about 15 minutes watching. Best. Costco. trip. ever.

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What's your best flyby story?

DISCUSSION

mnmrosen
mnmrosen

This happened on a motorcycle trip in South Texas. We were on an empty two lane road going through hill country on the way to Big Bend when I heard what seemed to be an explosion above us. I looked to the left just in time to see a B1-B bomber at minimum altitude hopping over the hills away from us to the north. I knew he couldn't be alone so I stomped on the brakes (after checking the mirrors) and sure enough here comes his wingman from the south. He hopped over the hills and crossed our little valley and the road in front of us at about 200 feet and going very fast - we couldn't hear him till he passed in front of us. Another explosion of sound and he disappeared into the hills chasing after his leader. I was glad we were on a bike - we had a front seat panoramic view of the unexpected air show.